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As Halloween starts to play, I glance up at Noah through my lashes. What would he say if he knew about how turned on I was by the idea of a masked stranger fucking me?? What would he think if he knew someone broke into the apartment, and not only drugged me, but fucked me too? I basically cheated on him. The person did drug me, but I also haven’t done anything about it. I’m not even scared now and in the moment the fear is what turned me on.

I think about that night often–his big cock, the way he covered my entire body, making me feel small and delicate, how I felt what he did to me for days after He haunts my dreams, then I wake up and have sex with Noah, drowning in guilt for using him to get me off after fantasizing about someone else.

Noah kisses me on my head as we continue to watch the movie, unaware of the turmoil in my head.

When a particularly scary part comes on and I jump, I feel myself growing damp. I’ve always been turned on when I was scared. When I admitted that to my high school boyfriend, at fifteen, he was so disgusted by it, he broke up with me and told the whole school I needed to be locked up. Ten years later, the humiliation and shame haven’t gone away.

My eyes start to grow heavy. Just before they close, I see the shape of a man at the foot of the bed, wearing the same mask as the man who drugged and fucked me. Noah’s hand is on my leg, heavy, as if he’s feeling the same sleepiness. My eyes close and I feel something being tied around my wrists. Then it all goes dark.

I awake to the sound of a door closing. My head aches, like someone is taking a hammer to it. Hands are on my arm, helping me sit up. They are warm, but the finger tips are rough. They feel familiar, calloused, like they are used a lot. I look up into gray eyes. Wait…I remember those eyes! I jerk my arm back, scooting up the bed.

“Where am I?” I ask on a shaky breath.

“At my safe house,” Carl the distressingly hot pizza guy replies. “Don’t worry.”

What the fuck does he mean ‘don’t worry’? I’m definitely worried. This motherfucker kidnapped me. I’m alone in this room with a crazy person!

“Where is Noah?” I question.

“He’s around,” he replies vaguely, tossing a small box at me. “Take this.” It’s a command, not a request, but I ignore him anyway.

“What do you mean, he’s around?” I yell.

Before I can ask anything else, he exits the room, I hear the lock click into place from the outside. Finally, I look around the room, trying to see if there is any way out. I see another door across from the bed, so climbing out of bed, I make my way towards the door. Opening it, I see a full bathroom. Turning back around, my eyes catch on a window on the far-right wall. When I pull back the curtain, the window is barred up.

“FUCK!” I yell into the dark. I cross the room and pick up the small box he threw at me, examining it, shocked when I realize what it is. Why would I need a pregnancy test? I’ve been on birth control since I started having sex.

Some people don’t deserve to have kids, and with my parents being the way they are, I don’t think I would make a very good mother. I never wanted kids, and Noah’s never pushed me to have kids. He even wears condoms when we have sex for extra protection. There’s absolutely no chance that I can be pregnant. Wait…

I scream. The masked man. FUCK.

Chapter Two

Sin

Iwalk into the room Noah's in, he should be waking up soon. It’s right next door to Kieran’s, but neither of them know that, because the rooms are soundproof.

A groan pulls me from my thoughts, and I make eye contact with Noah. If looks could kill, I’d be dead.

“Welcome to my home,” I taunt.

“Go fuck yourself,” he growls.

“Now where’s the fun in that when you’re lying right there, ready for me to fuck instead?”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” he snaps. “Who the fuck are you? What do you want?”

Oh, Noah. I want you. And Kieran.He loves Kieran, that’s clear as day, but I’ve seen his search history, just like I’ve seen hers. He wants to be dominated like Kieran. He watches videos of dominant and submissive men together.

I grab his throat. “I want you,” I growled. “And I want you to admit that you want me.”

I bring my lips down on his, electricity crackling between us where we touch. He resists, not wanting to open up to me. I squeeze his throat again, trying to get him to submit. He whimpers into my mouth.

I bring my other hand up to palm his rock hard cock before wrapping my hand around it and squeezing. Noah bucks his hips. Losing his focus enough from the pleasure, he slightly parts his lips and kisses me back. He needed this just as much as I did.

“Up,” I rasp against his lips, before working my way down his throat, loving the scratch of his beard against my lips. When he doesn’t move, I tighten my fingers around his throat and lift. He follows, fury snapping in his golden eyes.

Once he is standing, I grab the waistband of his sweats, tugging on them.

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